Tuesday, May 05, 2009

ATTN: Houston – Hide Your Jewelry & Your Husbands

Let me say first of all how much I appreciate everyone’s responses to my vlogs in which I repeatedly threaten to beat up a pregnant uber blogger named Dooce. We will return to more video taped threats in the days to come. But first, this just in…

Sher is about to do what Chris Hansen of Dateline NBC has told me repeatedly not to do. I am going to get on a plane and fly to a city I’ve never been to meet people I only know through the internet. What flavor of crazy, white trash woman does a thing like that, right?

That would be this flavor – Southern vanilla-moonshine crunch with nuts.

Ryland and Kristi are my hosts as well as the potential Houston white slave traffickers. I met them online when Kristi sent me a flattering email about Wiping the Crazy off My Face. She asked whether my background was in journalism. I told her my background was in crazy. We were immediately in love.

After many months of cyber-bff’n, Kristi introduced me to her real life BFF, Ryland. Another immediate connection was made when Ryland and I began to talk and I decided I loved her harder than a goat loves a stump. I’ve asked her repeatedly to move to Idaho with me so we can get married. As of this writing, no date has been set.

As it turns out, the three of us have a connection that is deeper than the fact we each have a computer. Collectively we believe Michael Buble is sex on a stick, Elvis is alive and Crocs are Satan’s shoe. Frankly those bonds are stronger than any I’ve had with at least ¾ of my husbands.

We also love to laugh at ourselves, at our pasts and of course, at others. As we began to exchange emails and phone calls, it didn’t take long to realize we are funnier together than we are apart.

So, without ever having seen each other in sweatpants, we began a writing palooza and are now in full on collaboration mode. We have the website, we have the want to – we just don’t have the Wordpress mojo to get it moving. Therefore I am hopping a plane, which as you know is packed with germs and is very likely to crash once I get on it, and heading to meet my bitches.

I’m horribly nervous for all the reasons you might suspect.

First of all, what if there really is no Kristi & Ryland? What if in fact their real names are Bertram and Fat Jimmy? What if they are truly planning on selling me into white slavery?

Note to Bertram & Fat Jimmy – save yourself the trouble as I will bring very little change on the auction block. My ovaries stopped working like 14 years ago and I rarely do as I’m told. Some might even say I’m sassy.

Then there is the worry that Kristi will greet me wearing a tiara and a mink stole. That’s what rich people wear every day right? Oh! Did I forget to mention Kristi is a self-proclaimed trophy wife and socialite and has more money than God? Well – God before the price of oil dropped anyway. She refers to one of her homes as “the farm” when in fact it is my firm belief she does not understand the word farm. Unless there are chickens crapping on the front lawn and she is personally up at dawn to milk something other than her husband’s bank account, a giant house on country acreage does not a farm make.

She also has lots of dinners with people who have very recognizable last names. This causes concern for me. I’m terrified I’ll show up for dinner thinking we’re having hot dogs and Van DeKamp’s Pork ‘n Beans only to find the Prime Minister of mother truckin’ Zimbabwe and a table covered in silver platters of snails and goose liver.

Note to Kristi – I don’t eat things I used to murder for fun with a salt shaker AND I don’t want to meet anyone who doesn’t know what a pork rind is and has never thrown up tequila.

Then there’s Ryland. She has this easy, understated grace about her that makes her seem entirely above it all even though she may be screaming obscenities on the inside. She’s blonde and flawless and charming and hates it when people end sentences with the word of or at. She grew up in the world of mucho money whereas I grew up in the land of biscuits and gravy and knowing for sure mucho was how people in Mexico sang the Bingo song-o. She’s an artsy-fartsy type who goes to galleries and owns art work that was not purchased in an abandoned parking lot of a liquor store. Most of it isn’t even on black velvet.

Note to Ryland – Please do not make me go to places where Guy is pronounced Gee and I cannot engage at least three people in a discussion about the finer points of how to microwave a Moon Pie to perfection. I will only embarrass you and you will have it coming.

So there it is then. My plan is to go on Memorial weekend so if you do not hear from me soon after, please alert the authorities. I’m either an uppity white slave in a foreign country or I’ve run off with someone’s Houston husband. I’m betting you can guess which is more likely.



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14 comments:

The Texas Woman said...

If they don't pick you up at the airport (which, by the way, is named after a Republican!) or they look like white slavers, call me. I'm only an hour away and I certainly qualify as white trash and much married, although you seem to be a virgin and I am...well, we'll just say NOT ONE!

Good trip to ya! Wear your mask and I don't mean the Halloween one!

The Texas Woman

Sherri said...

Well thank you Darlin'. I appreciate the offer. If these two turn out to be pedophiles who are into middle aged women, I'll give you a shout.

And thanks for the virginal comment 'cause I so am.

Smythe Livingston said...

To any White Slave" traders reading this. Please contact me as soon as you aquire the package. I would like to get in on the bidding. Don't want to tip my hand but, I would go as high as $314.75. for the goods.

Smythe

Sherri said...

Smythe - How's that now? You mean I can't even bring over $350? Nice Smythe. Nice.

I'll have you know my ability to entertain and delight is worth at least that much in and of itself.

Smythe Livingston said...

So I'll go a little higher.
OK a lot higher. I suppose it's too late to kiss up now?

BTW Practice saying things like "rat fan day, howz things ina awl bidness.
Smythe

Sherri said...

No Darlin. It's never too late for kissing up. Having said that, that remark was pushing the limits. Never forget that I am in fact a priceless treasure.

Priceless. Just like the look on your face when I cut your nads off for slamming me earlier.

Liz said...

Fun trip! I'm glad you are going.

Sherri said...

Thanks Kit Kat. Let's hope I don't change my mind as I am prone to do.

Anonymous said...

Sher,
I'm sure you will have a great time. (not as much fun as Toad Suck Daze, but fun).

When I first read Smythe's comments, I thought grasshopper Smythe has much to learn. But then you are the one who caused him to surface in the first place.

Kind of like the TSG saga. It all started because of one little email, years ago, that you sarcastically pounced on.

TSG

Sherri said...

Dearest TSG - Are you implying I turn perfectly decent men into monsters, stalkers or worse?

That sounds right. Yeah. I concur.

Tidewaterbound said...

I think you'll be terrific and they already love you, relax and enjoy! (Still wondering how my plane ticket got misplaced...LOL)

Honey, it'll be incredible, I just know it. Now don't delay in letting us know, you know your fans will be waiting to hear back!

Smiles to ya,

Tide

Sherri said...

Tide what a sweetheart you are. If there were a trophy for longest and sweetest reader of WTCOMF, you would surely get it.

xoxo

Just Me said...

Okay, I just found this by searching "OCD" and I am sooo glad I did! I think I love you too! LOL I have a "regular" blog about my family and a "secret" blog about OCD and anxiety, and I just started 'reaching out' into the anxiety ocd bloggy world. Nice find, I think.

Sherri said...

JM - Well I'm glad you found us too Honey. Welcome and I look forward to getting to know you. We have quite a cast of characters that show up here from time to time and you'll get to know them soon enough. They're a wonderful bunch of blog readers!

If I can help in anyway with your OCD, let me know. I'm happy to try.